No leaves stirred in the dry summer wind.
#3LineTales: Green
Artistic Expression
Make the world your canvas, they say, and I did.
Placebo
There is a man behind the train station who sells Love in pills.
Black Tires on Black Asphalt
Lightning splits the storm-torn sky with jagged white and the thunder follows.
Out for a Walk
She walks in the place between places, paw after paw, gentle step after gentle step.
To the Dark Tower Came…
The burning tower stands tall and lonely above the windswept flatness of the desolation...
The Crossing
There is a wolf in the forest, with teeth like glinting knives and hungry, hungry eyes...
Behind the Sky
There is a crack in the sky today. Thin, spidery, creeping from the horizon, behind the ribboned white of the clouds.
Christmas Alone: A Ghost Story
It is December 20th. Brian is alone. That’s all right. He never liked Christmas anyway...
Escape Artist
Do not give paints to prisoner in Room 27, no matter how much she begs.
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